Monday, 23 February 2015

Life is like a dungeonWhere Lost You are ...trapped and Deprived and wounded Of Swelling hearts With anxious desires Unfulfilled through Ages they seemWith gruesome realities Lingering to soul Condemning spaces You swear them allThe chance the luck which favours meAnd you ..oh ! naughtYou wailWith a motionless err (Ah ! the fascinationsOf a metaphor )But still await the morning Sun ...do you!!!??The beam the ray of hope for sightTo dream of loveAnd to see the end of plight...?(The sparkle of a star behold the treachery)But alas!! Aren't We humans Peasants Of destinyThe cloudy mist of emotions rising Over the realms of piety Or dungeon walls that might reflectThe past the present the future prospectsCould ask for a wishful living In the solemn palms of death But could that be end of it allWhich was ...which is here And that could ever be